MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE && PRIVATE WHITEPAW

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Grimacing, the serval peeled back the bandages on his shoulder and dared himself to peer at the wound that the Exilers had inflicted upon him, and released a steady hiss when he saw the wound, and the almost blackened flesh along with the crusty blood and the fresh blood. He took a deep breath and washed it furiously before putting a new bandage on it and sighing with relief as the painful process of healing was over, nearly. He was gonna visit Sunclan again. It was a nice place. He liked it. But he preferred solitary. And too many people were in Sunclan. No one had properly caught his eye.


    The serval limped into Sunclan territory and glanced around. Yeah, he was trespassing but not on bad terms. And yes, Linx was what some would consider a 'bad boy'. But he could be good. Or he could be worse. He had nearly killed that Exiler. He glanced down at his paws and noticed the claws were out and tried to sheathe them but they came back out when he did and Linx halted in his tracks, olive eyes widening a little. "Sh*t."


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    // sorry I replied so late. I was busy. :(




    Whitepaw had been patrolling the Sunclan border when she saw a blonde pelt moving through the territory. She stayed silent and drew her dagger, this was a Blackheart Rogue. But what was he doing here? The ebony she-cat tilted her head slightly and realized he was injured. This reminded her a lot of when she had stumbled onto Westeroi territory, badly injured. Yet they showed her empathy, and healed her. For what reason, was beyond her. But what she did know, is she owed her life to Link and Sousoke for doing so. The she-cat sheathed her dagger and came out of her hiding place." Name and business on Sunclan territory?" She asked, gazing at him with her cyan eye. This tom smelled slightly of the Exiles, he must have been attacked by her clanmates. She could only hope that Linx wouldn't notice the smell of Exiles on her, which was unlikely. This guy didn't look stupid.
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    At the sudden sound of a voice, Linx whipped out his dagger and spun around, olive eyes narrowing and his fur relaxed when he noticed it was just a Sunclanner but then he caught a small whiff of the scent. The Exiles scent. Bristling, the serval kept his dagger in the air, tail flickering. "First, i need you to tell me, are you Sunclanner or the Exiles?!" He asked, and he kept a wary distance from her, suddenly feeling nerves grow at the thought of getting beaten up by some more Exilers, especially as he was already injured and such. The male glanced properly at her. She didn't look capable of being in a place like the Exiles, but he did notice she was.. strong in a way he couldn't explain.


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    Whitepaw flinched at his words." You answer my question, I'll answer yours. I'm not the one trespassing on Sunclan territory, after all." She said, ready to fight this guy if he decided to attack, but it appeared he thought she was going to attack. That wasn't the case. Whitepaw never killed or fought without a reason. Besides, unlike her clanmates, she never tortured or captured any soul, enemy or not. She supposed that was a record in the Exiles. Most kits there had their first capture by the extremely young age of 3 moons. But Whitepaw was determined to show she wasn't a monster.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]His eyes were still narrowed. But then he realized something. Exilers attacked off the bat. She hadn't attacked. His posture dropped a little, mostly in relief, though his shoulders were still tense as he straightened up and put his dagger back in its sheath. "Linx Greyjoy. I was just.. walking around." Pathetic excuse. And for some reason, he didn't want it to sound pathetic. He wanted it to sound impressive. So it would impress her. "I like to sneak around, you see." The serval added with a shrug of his shoulders, though his olive optics were studying her intently.


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    Whitepaw tilted her head slightly, his excuse wasn't that convincing. He sounded like he was making up part of it. She decided not to push the subject. He told her what she wanted to hear, and she was going to do the same. She liked to be a woman of her word." Nice to meet you, Linx. I'm Whitepaw. I'm both a Sunclanner and an Exiler." She said simply, and tensed, as if she was expecting him to attack her.
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